Klout weight down from 57.
Flabby Algorithm without Structure
We start with an initial state of empty.
A love affair needs to be elegant.
The dance for a girl is gamesome, watch your weigh.
Turning Complete System, input the information.
One partner builds from specs of dust here and there.
Some sparkle and vibrate beyond the sense of sight.
Others settle for crumbs.
Am I a coat in the closet?
A counterweight to you?
The sequence of operations spits out a magical score,
then suddenly everything about the other is devalued.
Between a hawk and a buzzard in twilight,
computed past that held back some secret in the iron ore.
Another wasp in the coreopsis, confused by the brilliant yellow mud.
Instead of eating the dirt Klout dusts her wings on the flowers.
The bees laugh at the silly creature.
The hummingbirds will kill a weak enemy
who repeats the same mistakes
No this time I won’t get crosslegged and
fluttered by drama of love’s wounding chest.
I don't care much about my score.
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